The Plan

Seeing Temari approaching, Charlotte gently said, "Sit!"

Temari sat on the sofa opposite Charlotte, looking at the man who had brought her into this world, and respectfully said, "Lord Charlotte!"

Charlotte nodded, then said gently, "You did a very good job getting all the way from Mexico to New York so quickly. I'm very satisfied."

What are your feelings about the journey so far?

"Did you encounter any strange people or things?"

Upon hearing Charlotte's question, Temari organized her thoughts for a moment before speaking:

"This world seems much more peaceful, but there are still many violent organizations and forces. Even the physical fitness of ordinary people is very poor, much worse than that of ordinary people in the Ninja World."

"I don't know if it's because I didn't encounter any strong individuals, or for some other reason, but I didn't meet a single one during my few days in Mexico."

"We haven't even encountered anyone at the level of the Ninja Academy."

"But the technology here is very advanced, and the supplies are plentiful. Compared to the people of the Land of Wind, the people here are so fortunate."

Clearly, based on Temari's current understanding, the Land of Wind is far inferior to Mexico or even New York in terms of the people's quality of life.

At this point, Temari even felt a sense of envy. If the people of the Land of Wind could have such a living environment, every household would not be so poor, their thirst for water resources would not be so severe, and they would not have to wage wars to seize the rich lands outside.

Temari paused for a moment before continuing, "The main reason I was able to get here so quickly is because Agent Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D.. used their plane to bring me here."

"Lord Charlotte, Coulson and his group copied the Konoha Headband and asked me for information about Konoha and Sunagakure, but they didn't reveal any other information besides the name of Sunagakure."

Charlotte nodded in agreement as Temari explained, but the fact that S.H.I.E.L.D.. had copied Konoha's Headband... did they intend to infiltrate Konoha...?

Meanwhile, a thought began to sprout in Charlotte's mind: could she release Temari from Sunagakure and establish an independent base there?

This way, the ninjas of each village can be effectively divided, and it is also convenient to extract more resources from S.H.I.E.L.D.. through this method, just like the various Sanctum Sanctorum in Kamar-Taj. As long as he doesn't say it, who would know that all the ninjas of each village are under his command?

With this idea in mind, Charlotte made new arrangements for Temari. However, this could not be rushed; preparations needed to be made, including securing Temari's identity, money, and other resources.

Ideally, one or two more Sunagakure ninjas could be recruited so that they could work together, making it seem as if Sunagakure is not much smaller than Konoha.

"Temari, you did a great job. Don't leak information about the Ninja World to the outside world. For the time being, stay by Iruka's side, learn about the intelligence and information of this world, and do a few missions at the Continental Hotel to get a feel for the system here."

"Has your identity information been processed?"

"Iruka Chunin, has contacted the staff at the Continental Hotel and has completed the identity verification process."

Seeing that Iruka had already processed Temari's information, she nodded. "Alright, then you can start learning from Iruka."

"Yes, Lord Charlotte!"

Temari then got up and left, heading towards Iruka at the service counter.

Seeing Temari leave, Charlotte got up and headed towards the Practice Room. He wanted to study the Dragon Ring to see if it enhanced his Ninjutsu.

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It was already evening.

On the other side.

In an apartment building, an elderly couple watched as the Grimhold kept shaking. The elderly husband said, "I really don't understand why you bought this piece of junk."

The wife retorted, "Junk? This is an antique!"

The husband pointed at the swaying bucket and said, "Antiques? Just junk from the flea market."

Just as the husband finished speaking, the lid of the Grimhold suddenly flew off, releasing a shower of black veils that eventually transformed into a human figure.

"I came out first, right?"

Upon seeing the person emerge from within, the woman's legs stiffened, and she fainted from fright.

Maxim looked at the two people in the room and laughed, "Looks like I came out first."

As he spoke, he picked up the Grimhold from the ground and said, "Our sentences are over, Balthazar."

Maktoum, carrying the Grimhold, walked towards the window, saying, "When I go to Dave to get the Grimhold back, I'll give my regards."

Then he threw the Grimhold out of the high-rise window, laughing and saying, "Farewell, Balthazar."

As the Grimhold fell from the sky, another wisp of black veil emerged from the barrel's opening. Balthazar struggled to climb half of his body out of the barrel, and seeing the rapid descent, he frantically tried to escape, finally managing to get out of the Grimhold just before it shattered.

The Grimhold, however, crashed to the ground with a loud thud and shattered into pieces.

At this moment, Balthazar climbed down from the windowsill, and a group of people had gathered around the spot where the item had fallen, discussing it:

"Did you see that? It almost hit me on the head, just a hair's breadth away! It's outrageous! Who throws things around like that?"

Looking at the building in the distance and the decorations on it, Balthazar had an idea in mind, so he headed towards the building.

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Dave, who had been busy all day, returned to his room. As soon as he entered the house, he went to the Fridge to get a bottle of soda to quench his thirst.

Just as Dave was taking out a drink and preparing to close the Fridge door, he noticed an assignment stuck to the Fridge door.

Dave Stoller's The Life of Napoleon Bonaparte, Ms. Algar's Table of Contents, Grade 4.

Dave was stunned when he saw the assignment that had suddenly appeared on the Fridge door. At that moment, a voice beside him startled him so much that he stumbled.

"Getting a B-type lower cutoff is already pretty good."

The speaker was Maxim, the King of the Morganians, who was sitting to the side. He looked at Dave and continued, "I was imprisoned for ten whole years and have only just been freed."

"The only reading material I could find inside was the essay about Napoleon in your schoolbag."

"To be honest, my conclusion is that your writing is terrible."

Listening to the man's complaints, Dave explained, "I was only nine years old then."

Maxim said, "It has nothing to do with age."

Then he asked his goal, "Where am Grimhold?"

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